Speaking of which, Chu Weiwei felt for a while that Mo Jiyan was still good to himself in the end.

I don't know, did he ever think about cooking.

Thinking of this, Chu Weiwei's face couldn't help but feel a strong sense of loneliness.

Memories are such a hurtful thing.

Chu stood there in a slight daze, maybe because she was immersed in memories, maybe she forgot everything in the past year for a while, she didn't speak, let alone drive Mo Jiyan out.

Mo Jiyan didn't look at her either, but skillfully turned over the eggs in the pot and commanded her, with a light tone.

"You can go and warm the milk first."

"I've been hot for a long time."

Chu replied to him slightly.

But suddenly he felt that something was wrong, so he asked in an unkind tone, "Who let you in?" ”

Mo Jiyan glanced at her and motioned for her to look outside.

Chu Weiwei immediately understood what it meant, if they continued to ignore each other coldly like this, Xiao Moyue would definitely notice something.

For the sake of his daughter, Chu Weiwei planned to compromise.

"Mo Jiyan, let's make peace."

Mo Jiyan was stunned to put the fried eggs on the plate, and when he heard her words, the movements in his hands suddenly froze, and the fried eggs in the flat shovel fell instantly.

The eggs stained with hot oil fell to the ground through the instep of his slippers, and he didn't feel any pain, but was just stunned.

Chu Weiwei said, make peace?

However, Chu looked slightly nervous, and hurriedly squatted down to check his instep, completely subconsciously, and asked nervously.

"Did you get hot? Does it hurt? ”

Even though there is a layer of socks, what should I do when the oil on the omelette is not drained and it is scalded?

Looking at Chu's slightly anxious expression, Mo Jiyan felt more and more that this scene was like a dream at this time.

Looking at the woman crouching down to scrutinize the instep of his foot, he wondered if he was hallucinating with a fever.

He didn't know if his feet were burned, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, and they were even a little light and crispy.

That feeling is like the scene when Chu Weiwei finally agreed to him after he proposed several times.

"I don't hurt."

Mo Jiyan muttered, stretched out his hand and dragged Chu up slightly, the strength in his big hand was still full.

"Weiwei, is what you just said true?"

The oil in the pan was still sizzling, and because no one was taking care of it, it began to smoke in bursts of choking.

Chu pushed him slightly, and when he saw that he didn't move, he simply reached out and grabbed the handle of the pot.

When his fingers touched the hot temperature on it, Chu Wei hurriedly retracted his hand and put it on his earlobe.

Mo Jiyan woke up at this time, and he almost immediately took Chu Weiwei's hand and broke her thin white fingers.

Sure enough, her index and middle fingers were burned with two red marks.

Without saying a word, Mo Jiyan turned on the faucet, and then put her hand under the water.

He was messed up, but Chu didn't mess up slightly.

She was sober.

She quickly pushed the Halberd Rock away, grabbed the towel and wiped her hands with a blank face.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a minor injury."

The hot hand was exactly the one on the hand, and although he was dressed tightly in winter, if he continued to play with it, the ugly scar on his wrist would definitely be visible to him.

She didn't want to lose face in front of him, she didn't want him to see her vulnerable side.

"Nonsense! Your hands are hot! ”

As he spoke, the man pulled her out of the kitchen.

Chu shrank slightly and refused to be dragged away by him, and his tone was quite helpless.

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